NO HEROES ALLOWED
Summary: My contribute for this very important day: International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women (25.11.17)
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NO HEROES ALLOWED
Tom Holland reached the third floor of a run-down building. He checked if the number of the apartment was correct and then knocked on the door.
He stiffened, Mr. Stan, his instructor at the Police Academy, always told him to stand up correctly.
Tom heard someone coming close to the door.
“Hello?” he said, “is there anyone in the house?”
No one answered.
He knocked again “I’m a policeman, please open the door. I won’t be polite if you keep avoiding me”
A female voice spoke from the other part of the door “How can I help you?”
“Your neighbours called us because they heard a woman screaming. I’m here to check if everything is all right”
“Oh… yes. Everything is fine. We were just discussing”
Tom wasn’t convinced at all.
“Can you open the door?”
“I don’t have the keys”
“How come?” he asked confused.
“Well… I have lost my keys and my boyfriend is outside. He took his keys with himself”.
Tom nodded “All right. Well, if you have problems call us, all right?”
When the police man left the landing, you could breathe again.
You went back in the bathroom. A giant purple bruise was covering your right eye and your lower lips was swollen.
You decided to disinfect the lip, but you were running out of disinfectant and you could not go out like that.
You sighed. Now your neighbours were also snitching with the police.
If he only had knew about a policeman coming to your house…
You shook your head. ‘No’ you thought ‘don’t think about this’.
It all started four months ago. But he had given you signs since the beginning of the relationship. Jackson had problems controlling his anger, everyone knew this, but you didn’t imagine that you would have become his safety valve. The stressor was losing his job. He was devastated. He came home completely drunk. You have been waiting for him on the couch all night.
He didn’t even say a word, he just slapped you in the face, making you fall in the ground.
“Useful slut” he spitted these words like they were poison in his mouth “I go out and try to find a new job while you stay here at home all the time” he kicked you and left you laying on the floor.
Yesterday events were still clear in your mind. And also, the events of two days ago and of two weeks ago and so on. You could not remember the last time you smiled, especially thanks to Jackson. You could not remember the last time he meant saying “I love you” to you.
Jackson was always sorry the morning after beating you up like a punchbag. He kneeled down, he cried too at times and he repeated how much he loved you.
“It’s because of my father, you know” he always excused himself “He used to hit me when I was a kid, but I promise you this is the last time.”
You looked at yourself in the mirror. You knew it wasn’t the last time. You knew there wasn’t a last time.
Tom could not get that woman out of his mind. He didn’t believe her, of course, but he could not insist if she didn’t want to open the door.
“Maybe she is so ugly that she doesn’t want to be looked by other people” Harrison joked making his colleagues laugh.
“What do I have to do to obtain a search warrant?”
Harrison became completely serious “Dude, what are you doing?” he came closer to his friend and turned a bit down the volume of his voice “You can’t insist on this case. You are the fifth wheel here, they won’t give you attention”.
“Harrison, something tells me that that woman is in real danger. You don’t want to help me? Fine, I’ll do it by myself”.
When his shift ended, Thomas took the underground to reach the part of the city where you were living in. He was sure about his gut. He knew he was doing the right thing. It took fourth minutes to reach her house. Tom wasn’t sure to find you at home, he didn’t even know how to recognize you: he didn’t see your face and your voice was a soft whisper.
The front door was open, he took the stairs until the third floor. He was about to knock at your door you appeared on the doorstep, ready to go out.
You looked at each other surprised. You recognized him immediately, you saw him in the spy-hole of the door but, this time, the boy wasn’t wearing his uniform.
Tom lose the track of his thoughts. You were without any doubts one of the most beautiful girl he has ever seen.
You took a step back and tried to close the door, but he was faster and stronger than you.
“Hey, Stop. Please. I’m not wearing my uniform” he said.
“What do you want?” You whispered, frightened. Justin was about to come home, if he saw you with another guy on the landing he would have misunderstood and hit you. You could already imagine all the bad words he would have told you.
“Who hurt you like that?” Tom insisted.
“I fell from the stairs” you lied briefly “Can you leave me now?”
“Stop lying to me”.
You opened your mouth but a noise of steps on the stairs stopped you.
“Please go, if he sees you I’m in troubles” you begged him.
Tom shook his head. No, he thought, I’m going to stop this.
The boy walked crookedly, he could not even stand up properly. He was tipsy, and his clothes smelled like alcohol and weed.
Justin looked up at you and smiled seemingly friendly.
“Look at that?” He said, “I work all day and this slut shags with teenagers”.
Tom rolled his eyes at this statement.
“You are gonna pay for it, useless bit-“
The young policeman stopped his sentence with a punch right in his face.
Justin stumbled a bit and then he got back on track. Tom, once again, was faster than him: he tackled and hit him again. A cry left your lips while tears run down your face.
Justin surrendered after the third punch. He wiped the blood running from his lower lips and gave you a look that made you shiver.
“We’ll see you again, Y/N. It’s not over”.
Two years later…
The other side of the bed was cold, sign that Tom was already awake. You stretched your body and shivered a bit when you removed the blankets.
A delicious smell of pancakes reached your nostrils making you smile wide.
“Good morning” Thomas smiled, carrying a try full of pancakes and a glass of orange juice “How is my girl today?”
“Uhm… fine” you said rubbing your eyes.
“Oh, I wasn’t talking to you” he replied, his hand caressed your bump.
You smiled “She keeps kicking”.
“She is a fighter, just like her mum” he stated kissing your temple “how are you?”
“I’ve never been this happier before”.
If you are wandering if I’m satisfied or not with this work the answer is no, but I really wanted to write something about this delicate subject. The moral of this story is that a man who disrespects you, is not a man, it’s an animal and he does not deserve you. you should NEVER tell yourself lies, you can’t expect him to change because he won’t: he doesn’t see you as a victim, in his twisted mind HE is the victim and no matter how many times he apologizes, he won’t stop. He is not a man, and this is not love. Leave him, run away from him because it’s not true you won’t find another man, you’ll surely find a better partner who will truly love you. You are much more than this.